Matters are no different here. The myth of a free America was always seen with bitter irony by those not blessed by such freedom. In the founding generation, as half a million labored in slavery, many who fought in the Revolution genuinely believed in liberty, but for the ruling elite who chided them on, liberty was hardly more than a slogan. This has always been true of our political leaders.

The Father of the Country was a centralizing slaveowner. Old Hickory talked up freedom as he threatened war on South Carolina and forced the Cherokee to flee from their ancestral land on a barbarously murderous walk of shame. The Great Emancipator turned America into a military dictatorship and abolished the revolutionary right of secession. Wilson’s New Freedom was cover for a Prussianized war machine generating revenue for his profiteering buddies on Wall Street. Roosevelt’s Four Freedoms failed to include the freedom not to be drafted or interned in a concentration camp. Ronald Reagan threw the word freedom around as he trained Latin American torturers and raped the Bill of Rights in the name of fighting drugs. The United States has never lived up to its rhetoric.

But the events from February 28 through April 19, 1993, still stand out in my mind as a watershed. It was the post-Cold War regime’s coming of age, signifying a major event in cultural history.

Everything about Operation Showtime was brazen, and it seemed like an overreach even by some of the government’s establishment defenders. Yet today Washington’s fixers must look back at these embarrassments as a hiccup at most, as growing pains on the way to establishing a militarized law-and-order apparatus of nearly unlimited power. That this stepping stone was reached on the eve of the Internet era, right before the old media began its decline in influence, was most convenient for the police state and its solidification.

The propaganda against the Branch Davidians was perfectly tuned to appeal to the masses, each adjustment in frequency coming just in time to keep the people listening. Religious fanatics with a meth lab, armed and dangerous, abusing their children – few wanted to stand up for these people during the siege. Even fewer wished to identify the Davidian response to the original raid for what it was: self-defense. The Davidians fired on the ATF so long as the ATF fired upon the Davidians, and when the ATF ran out of ammo, the Davidians held their fire. The government’s officials were the aggressors. What followed were fifty-one days of psychological warfare designed to isolate the Davidians – from water, from food, from the press, their lawyers and family – and break them down like any wartime enemy.

So preposterous was the standoff that eventually even the mainstream media began asking questions. A New York Times exposé on March 28 raised all sorts of troubling issues, which only multiplied in the days that followed. Federal agents said that supervisors had known they had lost the element of surprise, but decided to go ahead with the February 28 raid anyway. Agents were reportedly unhappy with their equipment and communication methods. The poor planning and lack of contingency options were exposed. No medical assistance had been prepared for the ATF’s raid. Reports emerged that some of the ATF agents had injured or killed one another in friendly fire. There were hints that other agents might have even been captured and let go by the Davidians. The ATF intelligence chief stopped holding press conferences as the heat continued to mount.

On April 19, tired from the boredom and bad publicity of just standing around outside the “compound,” the FBI drove a tank through the Davidians’ home, pumped it full of CS gas, launched incendiary devices at the building, and watched it go up in flames. As soon as the stakes became higher, as soon as questioning the feds meant implying they had committed mass murder, the media stopped barking defiantly and jumped back to the government’s lap.

The Democrats, home of America’s center-left, oversaw this exceedingly important event in the development of the police state. Unsurprisingly, every respectable liberal defended the government and believed Clinton’s people when they demonized the Davidians. The entire respectable right went along with the bloodletting, too. Why wouldn’t they? It was a raid planned by George H.W. Bush’s ATF, carried out by the Clintonistas, and ultimately rubberstamped by the Republicans in Congress, and so everyone could get behind it. Some libertarians wavered, including Randians and other proponents of violent national secularism, and much of the radical left went limp too.

The Oklahoma City incident two years later was spun by the media as an example of anti-government extremism somehow being a greater threat than the government itself. It became increasingly un-PC to bring up what had happened in Texas. The election of Dubya and 9/11 washed away the paranoid anti-statist instincts of much of the Clinton-hating right.

Waco, from the raid’s planning to the cover-up and show trials, taught the U.S. government what it could get away with – which is to say, practically anything. It can gas innocent children with internationally banned chemicals. It can hoist a federal flag atop a torched American home, claim victory, and see its public image improve. It can throw grenades at people trying to escape a building and claim they are being held hostage. In the name of protecting these “hostages” and children, it can watch as they burn and keep the firefighters away. And the massacre will be tolerated, even applauded.

Dozens of people of color died at the hands of the federal government, and the official Civil Rights movement hardly spoke up. Dozens of people were targeted for their religion, and it hardly bothered many of the very conservatives who allege a war on religion waged by DC. The largest federal-military killing of civilians on U.S. soil in a century has now become one more notch on the progressive left’s timeline of major events in anti-government extremism, as opposed to a principal example of government extremism where a tiny minority community was virtually exterminated.

Indeed, in 1993 the Davidians were only the most conspicuous and recent example in America’s long history of the demonized Other, the marginalized underclass in the official hierarchy of human worth. Slaves, Indians, Mexicans, Southerners, Catholics, Irish and German-Americans, Chinese immigrants, Japanese-Americans, Mormons, homosexuals, alleged Communists, rightwing extremists, and many others have played the role, often for their imagined association with the wartime enemy, but always for being out of step with the government’s accepted definition of legitimate humanity. Many look back at incidents of intolerance with disbelief that Americans could be so blind to oppression. Yet when the topic of Waco comes up, they will think only of those nutcases who, according to the government and media, attacked federal agents and then killed themselves.

In the nineteen years since Waco, we have seen the police state explode in every direction and now we are all ensnared. Some groups are always more threatened than others, but no one is truly safe. The prisons have swollen to the largest detention system since Stalin’s gulags. The police conduct three thousand SWAT raids a month. The war on terror has made a total mockery of what remained of the Fourth Amendment. Torture has lost its taboo. So has indefinite detention. The feds irradiate and molest airline passengers by the millions. People are jailed for taking medicine, buying Sudafed, sharing songs, and selling milk.

The Kafkaesque regulatory state threatens people of all economic classes with crushing fines and a fate in a cage. The public schools, always authoritarian institutions, have become explicit adjuncts of the criminal justice system and military recruitment offices. Every major police department has tanks and battle rifles and drones are being used for surveillance and God knows what else. Each federal department has enough firepower to conquer a small third-world country. DHS alone has ordered enough ammo to shoot every American man, woman, and child. The president claims the right to kill American citizens anywhere on the planet on his say-so alone. And he exercises that power.

Why do some of us continue to fixate on Waco? If for no other reason, because April 19, 1993 was a squandered opportunity if ever there was one. The people could have risen up and said, “Enough!”

They could have demanded the military occupation retreat from their own neighborhoods – both the federal presence and its satellite jackboots in the city police. They could have demanded an end to the gun laws, drug war, and federal war on crime, each of which was instrumental in ending the lives of more than twenty children at Waco. They could have turned against the media whose elites stood and applauded the White House as it announced and defended its latest killing spree. They could have seen the federal government for the clear and present danger it obviously poses – the only government that had militarily mass murdered American civilians on American soil since the collateral damage at Pearl Harbor.

They could have turned their backs on the killers in DC, refusing ever to believe in their lies again, saving the lives of uncountable Americans, Serbians, Afghans, Iraqis, Libyans, Yemenis, Palestinians, and so many others who would bear the wrath of an unhampered imperial executive in the nineteen years to come, sparing the priceless liberties we have seen shredded on the altar of state power.

Instead, they looked the other way, they yawned, even cheered. There might still be time to turn things around. But the tanks are closing in.

Regards,

Anthony Gregory

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I’ve just returned home from Baltimore, where I met with some of Agora Financial’s leading lights. I felt especially privileged to do so because many other financial organizations have been holding emergency investor conferences recently. Most are playing catch-up to Agora Financial, which nailed the current crisis.

The wall of denial in the financial industry regarding the debt has been unbreachable for years. For the most part, people like Agora Financial’s Bill Bonner and Addison Wiggin have been ignored by the mainstream. Most analysts, unfortunately, pretended that banking and money policies didn’t matter.

That’s all changed now. So many major banking institutions are functional zombies that those who warned about macroeconomics are no longer brushed off as reactionary paranoids. Short-term portfolio values have gone down with the banks. Analysts who believed that irresponsible government would have no impact on their portfolios are now revealed for the fools they were. Personally, by the way, I began warning about government meddling in the banking system in the mid-’80s in my columns for USA Today and elsewhere.

Unfortunately, the current administration’s bailout is a cure worse than the disease. The Bush deficits, rightly criticized by Democrats just a few years ago, have been quadrupled. According to the Congressional Budget Office, they’ll fall to triple the size of the Bush deficits in 10 years. This is a larger problem than the subprime mortgage meltdown.

I was pleased to see that the eminent futurist Juan Enriquez of the Harvard Business School “gets it.” The impact of the radical increase in spending will be to move the entitlement crisis much, much closer to the present. He predicts the date of meltdown as 2017.

Fortunately, Dr. Enriquez sees an avenue of escape, as I do. He calls it the “reboot,” but he is really just talking about the transformational technologies I’ve been telling you about. These technologies, ranging from cellular engineering to robotics, have the potential to save our collective butts and make you rich enough to buy that private island you’ve had your eye on.

Prior to the bailout, I was confident that the reboot would come well before entitlements consumed our entire budget, precipitating an intergenerational political crisis. Now, however, it’s clear that we’re in a race. If transformational technologies are brought to market quickly enough, huge components of our current budget will simply disappear.

Take, for example, just one biotech example: Alzheimer’s disease. Estimates are that AD costs the U.S. at least $100 billion annually. Throw in cures for late-stage renal failure and cancers, along with longer productive life spans, and we’ll be in the black again.

Speaking of Alzheimer’s, Dr. Mark A. Smith is, in my opinion, the foremost authority on AD today. A renowned research scientist from Leicester, England, he is executive director of the esteemed American Aging Association. He is also the editor-in-chief of the critically important Journal of Alzheimer’s Disease.

More importantly, he saw and warned 20 years ago that Big Pharma’s focus on amyloids as the cause of AD was wrong. Today, we know that the billions of dollars spent trying to treat amyloid plaque buildup in the brain have been spent largely vain. Now proven right, Smith has joined forces with Anavex. He told me, in fact, that Anavex appears to be the only company that is pursuing the correct path to curing AD, and recent tests have borne out that statement.

Turning our attention to communications, we see that Apple has allowed Skype to offer an iPhone app. This means that iPhone users can make free phone calls from any Wi-Fi hot spot.

The iPhone is by no means the first phone to utilize Voice over Internet Protocol (VoIP). More sophisticated phones have had the capability for years. When a technology reaches the iPhone, however, it has gone mainstream.

So why are we still paying phone companies for phone calls? To a 3G phone with a mobile Internet connect, a phone call is the same as a picture of Angelina Jolie or a forwarded e-mail joke. It’s the Web connection that provides the value, not the dialing technology.

VoIP is basically software, so it offers options that old-style hardware switching simply cannot. It is also free beyond basic connections charges. There are no long-distance or country charges on the Web.

The phone companies, of course, have been fighting VoIP tooth and nail. Their business model is obsolete and they know it. Only Apple’s massive clout has allowed this small and long-delayed step forward. Nevertheless, iPhone users are already learning how to use the feature well. The Skype app transitions between Wi-Fi and AT&T almost seamlessly.

Old-school phone companies are, therefore, doomed. Only those that become full-blown ISPs will survive. If the past is any indication, current phone companies will resist the inevitable for so long that upstart ISPs and technologies will leapfrog the dinosaurs.

Speaking of dinosaurs, newspapers continue to collapse as I predicted. Bankruptcies have hit Philadelphia papers as well as the Journal Register chain. The Rocky Mountain News shut down and Hearst has turned the Seattle Post Intelligencer into a smallish Internet site. The San Francisco Chronicle is in a death spiral and the Minneapolis Star Tribune has filed for Chapter 11. The Miami Herald and the Boston Globe are teetering.

I suppose I ought to have more sympathy for those who work at those papers. In truth, however, I welcome their collapse. I left policy research, in fact, to help Jim Barksdale and the Netscape crew destroy the old media monopoly on information dissemination.

The mainstream media has done enormous damage by aligning itself with only one side of the political debate. On the one hand, journalists who are unable to solve even basic mathematical equations gave inordinate coverage to climate change hysterics. On the other hand, they refused even to cover myriad warnings that Congress, Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac were taking our financial institutions over a cliff. It’s conceivable that if not for that tribal media bias, we wouldn’t be in the shape we are in now.

Incidentally, I would be just as opposed to an incestuous monolithic media run by the right. It wasn’t, however, and the creative destruction of old media is a necessary part of our economic recovery. No matter what your political affiliation as old institutions fall, new ones will arise — making fortunes for those who know they’re coming.

They are not, however, always obvious. The collapse of newspapers is accelerating the trend toward online news sources. If owners of these decrepit businesses had been thinking, they would have leapt at The Kindle when it emerged. The New York Times, for example, could cut its delivery costs in half by abandoning paper and giving all subscribers new Kindles.

Kindles are only the tip of the convergence iceberg, though. The next generation of mobile devices will combine the features of Kindle, netbook, iPhone and more. We already own several companies that hold key patents in this media evolution. We’ll be adding more in the future.

Regards,
Patrick Cox

May 1, 2009

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– “For What It’s Worth,” Buffalo Springfield, 1967

It’s 11:38 p.m. on Wednesday, Jan. 17…

And instead of putting the finishing touches on the first of a two-part Whiskey & Gunpowder series on the good, bad, and ugly aspects of certain endangered American freedoms — as embodied by the strippers, dancers, hookers, gamblers, pimps, porn stars, pit bosses, winners, losers, moguls, and magnates of Las Vegas — I’m banging away at this, what some readers will no doubt dismiss as a glorified movie review.

Yes, I am writing to talk about a movie — at least in part. But I’m not writing this to kick off my career as a film critic. I’m fast-tracking this piece out to you because the film I just got home from seeing is so disturbing and accurate a portrayal of such a sizeable segment of young life in America that it transcends entertainment, in my opinion…

Like a handful of other films through the years (The Hustler, River’s Edge, etc.), this movie is more than just a story about young adults who run astray and get in trouble in a world with increasingly few boundaries — it’s a Polaroid snapshot of the decay among modern youth of certain innate sensibilities that most within every previous generation of Americans seem to have hard-wired into them. It’s also starkly illustrative of some 21st-century kids’ utter inability to grasp things like “right and wrong” or “consequences.”

What makes it all the scarier is that it’s a TRUE STORY.

I Think It’s Time We Stop, Children…

The movie I’m talking about is called Alpha Dog, and it’s a modest-budget, limited-release film that’s actually been “in the can” (awaiting release) since the fall of 2004. The reason it wasn’t released two years ago is that the attorney for the real-life criminal one of the film’s main characters is based upon aggressively lobbied to suppress the movie’s release for fear of coloring his client’s ability to obtain an unbiased jury trial…

The movie is closely inspired by the Southern California abduction and murder of 15-year-old Nick Markowitz in August 2000 over a $1,200 drug debt incurred by his older half brother. This is exactly the premise of Alpha Dog, but with different names and in a marginally changed time frame and location.

Predictably, a lot of the L.A.-area critics have either panned the film or given it only the most sparing plaudits for acting excellence (there’s plenty of this, i.e., included an astonishingly good performance by pop icon Justin Timberlake, of Super Bowl “wardrobe malfunction” fame). This is not surprising, since the movie portrays not a single character in the upper-middle-class West Hills neighborhood the film plays out in that’s worth knowing, except the 15-year-old victim.

And to be sure, Alpha Dog isn’t a monumentally great piece of moviemaking. It’s a bit cliched and overwrought in places (all the characters are lean and hot-looking — all the parties drunken, drug-fueled love fests with nary a disease, OD, or hangover shown) and it plays up the romance and sexiness of the wealthy SoCal too-much-time-and-money-on-our-hands characters’ summertime exploits, clearly to boost box office appeal for kids…

But apparently, the film’s very true to the facts.

According to what little research I’ve been able to conduct, the saga’s main drug kingpin and perpetrator — a kid named Jesse James Hollywood — was in fact super-fit, dating a model, rolling in dough, cruised the town in a high-dollar pimped-out ride, and owned a posh, Rottweiler-guarded West Hills house at age 20! He did indeed run with a beautiful and loaded (in more ways than one) crowd, and lived his life like it was some kind of rap music video.

Which brings me to some of my main points with this piece:

1. The inexorable truth that young adults are profoundly influenced by the lowest common denominators in pop culture (I was — weren’t you?), and…
2. That in an environment in which parents have been conditioned by the hands-off, time-out, PC, self-esteem-obsessed mainstream to not “parent” at all (either that or they’re paralyzed into ineffectuality by their own dependencies and neuroses), who’s left to guide kids BUT pop stars?

What’s That Sound?

Every generation, it seems, views itself as the last “good one” in America. I think it’s a natural tendency of people to remember themselves, as they grow older, as the last of a dying breed of practitioners of the kind of behavior they wish they received more often as they age: Things like respect, restraint, responsibility, moderation, deference to the wisdom of elders, etc.

That’s why it’s so ironic and comical that a guy like me — a person who not all that long ago no doubt spurred this kind of thinking in a few of MY elders — is now spouting off about “kids these days…”

Yes, it’s funny, and perhaps even borderline hypocritical. Every generation pushes the envelope of the one that came before — and every “parent” generation laments the perceived lack of their own sensibilities in their progeny.

But think about this for a minute: How many of you reading this — whether you grew up in the Sinatra age, the Elvis and Jerry Lee Lewis age, the Beatles and Stones era, the Saturday Night Fever days, or the U2 era — heard messages in your music like those being bleeped and cussed and euphemized through in hip-hop/pop music nowadays?

Sure, there was some objectification going on (remember Van Halen’s “Hot for Teacher” video?), a healthy amount of social rebellion, and perhaps the odd veiled reference to drugs now and again. These things are universal, and quintessential to most all art…

And we were influenced by it. Remember? My parents and uncles had the wide collars and disco pants — or the black-light psychedelia — of the ’70s. I had the streaked hair, camo pants, dark eyeliner (seriously!), sleeveless oxford, and black trench coat of the quasi-punk ’80s.

Honest, there are pictures out there somewhere.

That’s why it unnerves me so much to switch on a music video channel (try it sometime) and see and hear “songs” about killing cops, bustin’ caps, runnin’ smack, smokin’ crack, hos, bitches, and drive-by violence. I KNOW young people are taking this stuff to heart, because I used to do the same thing.

If I were 17 right now, I can’t imagine what I might be like after several hours a day of what passes for music nowadays. I thank my lucky stars that my teenage years fell in the 1980s — when success was cool and everyone was bullish on America. I never felt the need to worry about my “street cred” or to pack a pistol into the mall…

I do NOW, though.

And what makes this all doubly scary to me is the modern trend toward ever-less-disciplined parenting. It was one thing to get a little wild when I was a kid, or when my mom was young. There were still stern parents waiting to give you the “what-fer” if you went too far…

But nowadays, a lot of people have been sold on the notion of “laissez-faire” parenting, or are paralyzed by the fear of criminal repercussions if they discipline their kids sternly. The American political climate is such nowadays that a lot of what was considered perfectly appropriate parenting a few decades ago now qualifies as abuse!

Young folks know it, too — and they exploit it. I’ve heard horror stories about routine discipline backfiring because spiteful kids know how to twist the facts to hurt their parents. Aside from this, a lot of parents nowadays share the same addictions with their kids: drugs (illicit and prescription), alcohol, sex, you name it.

I hate to sound like just another “hell in a handbasket” curmudgeon — but seriously, it’s a mess out there. And I’m not even a PARENT!

Being single, a lot of women I meet ask me point-blank why I don’t have any kids, and why I may be somewhat reluctant to have kids. Now, all I have to do is tell them to watch Alpha Dog. I have no doubt in my own ability to be a great parent, but just knowing that this kind of youth culture is what’s waiting to sabotage my best efforts gives me pause…

And knowing that my brand of parenting might get me in hot water with a bunch of limp-wristed do-gooder guidance counselor types doesn’t exactly help me, either.

Bottom line: Add together ever more outrageous examples of penalty-less conduct in song and film with ever-less guidance — or even good examples — from those who SHOULD be holding the reins, and you’ve got a recipe for disaster.

And that’s exactly what Alpha Dog so starkly illustrates.

Everybody Look What’s Going Down…

I don’t want to go into too much detail about how the parents — or even the “kids” — in Alpha Dog are portrayed. I really do want you to see this film, whether in the theater or on DVD. What I will say is this…

You’ll see the characters — adult and juvenile — fixating on exactly what today’s popular culture shows them they should be fixated upon: mindless, pleasure-less sex; endless drug-induced escapism; violence in the name of anything (respect, turf, cred, gang membership); the overt and public degradation of women; and ultimate callous selfishness.

And all without the least thought about consequences.

If you think I’m being melodramatic about all this, I want you to do something for me: Go to MySpace.com and browse people of either sex in the 18-30 range in your area. Take a good look at them. Read the intimate things they post about themselves. See how some of them put themselves on display in ways you’d never consider outside of a boudoir. Really listen to the songs that come up with their profiles — write the titles down and then go look up the lyrics online if you can’t understand them…

Now search folks in the 31-42 age range. See the single “MILF” moms (if you don’t get this, look it up) dressed up exactly like their teenage kids — with the flat-brimmed hats, the oversize sports apparel, the tattoos and piercings, the tight hip-huggers with “hottie” emblazoned across the ass. See the photos of them partying WITH their kids. Check out the steroid-case guys, the gangsta-looking thugs. Read the things they write, how they describe themselves, who they’re looking for in life…

Now, go to the local mall on a Saturday night and take a look around at the young people of all kinds, shapes, and colors. Listen to the music that’s booming out of their cars. Look at the oversized coats concealing God-knows-what, and the skimpy outfits revealing everyone-knows-what…

And once you’ve done that, go see Alpha Dog, and see what a lot of today’s kids want to be — and what a scary number of them actually are.

Lamenting, but not (yet) parenting,

Jim Amrhein
Contributing editor, Whiskey & Gunpowder

January 19, 2007

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